To midnight and back.

MacKinney plundered an excellent pictorial of this previous Saturday's events. Bravo, MacKinney. Appears we were a bit debaucherous at times, but that's expected a couple times a year, isn't it?

Who do *you* think you are?

I say I don't remember anything from this last four-day weekend aside from our keg event, because nothing happened. Laze laze laze. Advertently not reporting on the early-evening drama, but the late night unfolded a short-lived poker game and some common hilarity with the Wastrels. Ran me right into daylight, of course.

Not much else, either. Still a lonely place, Kellyless; dameless. Going to be an empty hose of a week, too--nothing booked 'til the RollerGirls bout on Sunday night. If Luke doesn't take it, I may have an extra rinkside ticket, eh?

on and on, on and on it's,
-Brenn

It's only Saturday?

I've been in tow since the dame went south for the winter. Something I hoped wouldn't end, I can only hope will continue again sometime. The scent is already gone from my pillows.

Tomorrow night's usual poker has somehow mutated into a keg hullabaloo. Open for guest interests! Be sure to let me know, rascals.

let me sleep 'til noon,
-Brenn
hadesraze-at-hadesraze.com
aim: hadesraze
yim: hadesrazeus

Like waking up...

...and I'm a bachelor again!...umm...yup...sigh.

Dropped Kelly off at the airport this morning, and my bedroom floor is looking pretty lonely. Kelly hadn't been holding together very well over the last month, and things seemed to be getting especially worse this week--we agreed that it would be healthier for the both of us if she were to head back to Louisiana. So, back to this loneliness business with me, eh? I offer you all a toast, to my awesome month and a half; a platinum time.

And happy Thanksgiving, troops. Hope you're all good and gorged. Got a lot more time on my hands, so don't hesitate to let me know who wants to be out and 'bout here in our St Paul.

my it's quiet,
-Brenn

Better late than nev4r!

Friday night's RollerGirls bout was brutal. I assumed that the match was going to be competitive, with an out-of-state team coming for the season's only interleague bout, but competitive is a gross understatement. No silly staged brawls, no penalty wheel--this was all-out hard sport. I have never seen a penalty box so full in my life! There was even a period or two where both teams' jammers were holed up in the pen, and the remaining blockers skated around, wondering what to do. Yeow-ee!

Afterwards, at Fern's, I think I concerned Corey Sax and Britt with speculative talk of the Illuminati/NWO/Babylonian Brotherhood. Shouldn't be swilling the scotch while speaking with the new folks, should I?

Contemplating Thanksgiving. I think it may be Kelly, my mother & Bryan, Nik, and Anthony down at Fern's (where else, eh?). What a hoot.

yeowza!
-Brenn

Poppycock!

"Congressmen who willfully take actions during wartime that damage morale and undermine the military are saboteurs and should be arrested, exiled, or hanged."
Lincoln said that. What a douche.

* CNN/Money: Fed nominee: Inflation, jobs both important [http://money.cnn.com/2005/11/15/news/economy/fed_bernanke_hearing/index.htm]

For those of you who don't know, inflation and 'full-employment', are very important. Too bad they are INVERSES!

DRAT! Save me!
-Brenn

Churns.

So...this George Will character that Freund and Nik so adore is a card-carrying Babylonian Brother; fancy-hatted neocon prime. A neocon that loves FDR, too. All kinds of dust on this goon.

Trudging through the terrain of work this week rather quickly, up to Nik, Kelly, and I attending the Minnesota Rollergirls bout this coming Friday. Being there is being.

Saturday? Grab your cammo duffel bags and head down to the nearest dispenser of freedom-loving combustible projectiles--11/19/05 is NATIONAL AMMO DAY! At least 100 rounds, all.

look who drug the cat in,
-Brenn

Press 1 to send a numeric page.

Yet another superb set by The Wastrels. After the show, as Paula, Andrew and I were heading back to Paula's car, we found Nate, lost and wandering the streets of Dinkytown--the guys had loaded the van and left without him. Gave him a lift back to the space and camped out for a little while. I took it upon myself to finish a cold pot of three-day old coffee. Nothing like straight from the pot.

Otherwise, aside from a visit to JT's Pizza--the new J's--Kelly and I have been holed up in the apartment again. Riddled with sleep.

Looks like Nik decided to post. Let's see some frequency, old man!

Psst...hey. Cheap cigarettes. They can't catch all of us.

Fred Reed of lewrockwell.com dances the wire of counterculture:
"We, the useless of the earth (or so I hope), may in our varying ways and degrees be besotted, or bedrugged, or have teeth yellowed by nicotine - live hand-to-mouth, work for unsavory magazines, or serve in the Foreign Legion."

Monday, ho,
-Brenn

Mop the floor with us.

Wow...I found this book buried in Mears Park...man. Shit, we need to start construction of the Jesusdome, NOW.

"I'd rather beeee, more than ordinary. I rest my case." The Wastrels, Kitty Kat Club, with Landing Gear opening. This coming Saturday, 11/12/05. 21+...sorry, kids. I'll be there before eleven.

Interviewing for another internal seat at "The T" on Monday. Wish the best of me. I know I do.

Meanwhile, you smeggin' hoodwinkers had better be at the Smokers' Meetup at Fern's tomorrow night. I will probably dust off the ol' tobacco pipe for this one.

pokes and prods,
-Brenn

Stop that.

New Blogger Dashboard button: "Moderate comments"?! Hrm. Damned fascists.

Excellent tat run yesterday afternoon into the evening. Featuring, the completion of mine, two pictures of Kelly's wrapup, the ink-goo mess of, and the next-day product. We're a sore couple.

Off to mount Kelly's resume. Anybody offering a high-paying job 'round here?

Oh, a superb one about Scapegoat Scooter--check it oot, eh?

[[It is always amusing to observe members of the political establishment 'or any other unholy alliance of scoundrels' scurrying for cover like roaches when a light is suddenly shone upon them. For many months, the Internet, foreign news sources, and a handful of American journalists, have provided sufficient evidence of material wrongdoing in the Bush administration to force the political establishment into a damage-control mode. In an effort to prevent the ship-of-state from sinking, its owners began throwing overboard the least-valued freight. Lewis 'Scooter' Libby was the first over the side.]]

trot trot,
-Brenn

Tattoo part two.

Kelly and I were busy not being busy this weekend. I think we slept away a good three-quarters of yesterday, as indicated in adorable sleep-laden hair as depicted here (1), here (2), here (3), here (4), here (5), and here (6). In 48 hours the most we accomplished was a visit to the grocery store. Get to sleep in a touch tomorrow, too, as we'll be strapped into the chair at Good Clean Fun, for the completion of my tattoo, and Kelly's second.

Report from Naight Bertz: Landing Gear is *opening for* The Wastrels this coming Saturday at the Kitty Kat Club. Opening for The Wastrels?! ROCK! More details pending.

at-tak-tak-tak,
-Brenn
hadesraze-at-hadesraze.com
aim: hadesraze
yim: hadesrazeus

Heretic.

Water-free bones, and eighteen hours, level twenty-something in the grey grey grey concrete maze of the ramp. How many homocolored Cutlass Supremes have passed? No matching plates, no matching keys. "Welcome to the Damned Ramp", welcome. Have a hell of a time with the cinderblock grey...you can almost see the trowels that laid this vertical desert. Jello-knees and stagger-wheeling on the balls of your feet, keep your gawd-damned eyes straight or they'll roll away and your skull will be kissing pavement. Bald the tires 'til they're peeled.

Last night's Slagle show was a dynamite time, as expected. Ran into David Strom, and Craig Westover. Don't get me wrong--I admire Mr. Westover--but I think I offended him when I confused him as being au editoriale of the Star Tribune, when he works for the Pioneer Press. I said "ah, sometimes I can't tell the difference between the two". Ouch. I did happen to get a 15-20 minute interview for a documentary on smoking bans, "Devil's Weed". Watch for me next fall!

Reaped Fern's tonight. What else did you expect?

-pray to nothing for the something,
-Brenn

Bang!

Poor little revolutionaries. :(

A quick post, more to come soon, of course.

T3H SMOKERS' MEETUP!

I am portable as all hell.

SonicStage bedamned, I love my minidisc. Took about an hour to learn the bullshit software, but after another forty five minutes of methodical tracking, I've compiled four Porcupine Tree albums onto three-quarters of an MD (twice--one for the skirt).

The Musical Box cancelled, Kelly, myself, and a pocket of anarachocapitalist/minarchist folk are attending Tim Slagle at the Acme Comedy Club this coming Thursday. Will I be the first person on stage to smoke in Minneapolis again? It is only right.

What the hell is going on this coming weekend?

wrapped in lovely MiniDisc mayhem,
-Brenn